i haven't slept in my room for weeks now. i'm scared of it, but my mom is tired of me sleeping on the couch. our tiny apartment was close quarters to begin with, but since i refuse to go in my room, it seems even closer. i don't even like going in there to get clothes and stuff. there's about a snowball's chance in hell that i'm gonna sleep in there. i just can't do it. i keep telling myself that i am safe, but i'm still scared.
i am safe. nobody is going to hurt me.
are you sure about that?
you don't think it will happen again?
did you think it was gonna happen in the first place?
well, no, but...
do you still feel safe?
you shouldn't. you're never safe. sweet fucking dreams!